Rapp adjusted his Up mike and said, "Iron Man to control.

You should have two more feeds from the head-mounted cameras. Can you confirm?"

The reply came over their headsets a second later.

"That's affirmative. Iron Man. We are receiving both feeds."

With his baseball cap on backward, Rapp swung the arm of his headset up above his forehead and grabbed one of the fanny packs. After strapping it around Adams's waist, he said, "There are ten of the surveillance units in here. We'll decide where to put them when we get over there.

Are you ready?"

He nodded.

"All right." Turning back to Rielly, he said, "You should be safe here until we get back."

"What if someone shows up?"

Rapp put a hand on his hip and thought about it. There was a chance he and Adams might not make it back. Grabbing for his thigh holster, he drew his silenced 9-mm Beretta. "You told me your dad taught you how to shoot?"

"Yep" Rapp checked to make sure the weapon was on safety and then handed it to Rielly. He pointed to a spot on the far wall almost thirty feet away.

"You see that scuff mark just above the shelf?"

Rielly nodded.

"She's locked and loaded. One in the chamber and fifteen more in the magazine. Take her off safety, and squeeze one off at the scuff mark."

Rapp always felt that you could learn a lot about someone by watching how they handled a firearm.

Rielly held the weapon in both hands confidently. Keeping it pointed down range, she turned it slightly, and with the thumb of her right hand, she flicked off the safety. She stood with her feet a shoulder width apart and took aim The silencer made the gun nose heavy, forcing her to adjust for the weight.

When she had the scuff mark lined up in the sights, she squeezed the trigger.

There was a spitting noise from the end of the gun, and a split second later the louder noise of the bullet hitting the smooth concrete wall. A chunk the size of a quarter broke free and fell to the floor. Rielly's shot missed the mark by about twelve inches, low and right. She put the gun back on safety and said, "The silencer makes it heavy."

"But nice and quiet," replied Rapp.

"Yeah." Rielly looked at the smooth black weapon.

"That's not a bad shot. My advice is for you to sit right over there."

Rapp pointed toward the door that led into the hallway. "If anyone comes in that door dressed in green fatigues and carrying an AK-74, you put a bullet in his head and ask questions later."

Rielly licked her lips and nodded.

Rapp started back toward the door that led to the tunnel.

"Whatever you do, Anna, don't come looking for us. If we're not back within an hour, that means something has gone wrong. You better off waiting right here until someone from our side comes and gets you."

Rapp turned to Adams, who had the outer door open, and said, "Let's go."

Adams punched the code into the reinforced tunnel door and pushed it in.

Rapp followed him into the tunnel and turned to give Rielly a smile and a nod Then they were gone, the door closed, on their way to the West Wing.

AZIZ LOOKED UP at the digital clocks on the wall to his left. The clock closest to him gave him the East Coast time. It was 6:29 P.M. He took the remote control and turned the main TV from CNN to NBC the nightly national news was about to start, and he wanted to feel the force of America's number one news network announcing another victory for him and his jihad.

When the overly dramatic music announced the start of the program, Aziz grinned with anticipation as the logo flashed across the screen, followed quickly by the words "White House Crisis—Day Three."

Tom Brokaw came on and, after a brief lead-in, he cut to the United Nations in New York. The network's correspondent clutched her microphone and passionately retold the late breaking news. The UN Security Council had unanimously voted to lift all economic sanctions against Iraq except those involving military imports and technology. The reporter went on to tell how Israel was the only UN member to protest the vote, but since they were not a permanent member of the Security Council, they could do nothing to prevent the lifting of sanctions.

Aziz stood and smiled triumphantly. He had won again.

Now all he needed was the president and he would have complete victory.

Aziz grabbed his radio and barked the name of his little thief.

"Mustafa!" Aziz repeated himself two more times, and then one of his other men answered. "Rafique, it is Ragib. "The man was standing watch in the basement by the door to the boiler room. "I don't think he can hear you because of the drills. Do you want me to get him?"

"Yes."

Ragib let his radio fall to his side, and he walked down the hallway toward the bunker. When he rounded the corner, he yelled, "Mustafa!" The plump man appeared from behind the door and peered down the hallway.

Ragib held up his radio and yelled, "Rafique wants to talk to you."

Mustafa Yassin nodded and started walking toward Ragib.

After taking his ear protectors off, he brought his radio to his mouth and said, "Rafique, I am here." The plump little man kept walking. The farther away he got from the drills the better he could hear.

Back in the Situation Room, Aziz watched the UN story unfold on the TV and asked, "What is your progress?"

"I think it will take me about an hour."

"Are you sure?"

"I think so. The drills are getting close. Once they have reached their mark, all I have to do is take them off the door and… and then it should take me another ten to twenty minutes of tinkering and it should be ready."

"Call me when you are ready to take the drills off the door, and I will come over."

Yassin wasn't sure he heard him correctly and yelled into the radio,

"You want me to call you when I'm ready to take the drills off the door?"

"Yes."

"Okay." The dumpy safecracker turned and walked back down the hallway toward the bunker.

IRENE KENNEDY AND General Campbell were back in the control room getting ready to monitor Rapp's foray into the West Wing. Director Stansfield and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs General Flood were sitting quietly one row behind, watching and waiting to offer their approval or opinion if needed.

General Campbell turned to one of his staffers sitting to his right and covered the mike on his headset.

"Do another check on the communication links with Commander Harris, Delta, and HRT, and make sure we have backups in place." The aide nodded and went about following the order.

On the big board at the front of the room several new shots from within the White House had been added. The two that Kennedy and Campbell were most interested in were the images provided by the head cams mounted on Rapp and Adams. They had made it to the other end of the tunnel and were in position to open the door and enter the hidden hallway that led into Horsepower and up a flight of stairs to the Oval Office. The danger, of course, was their inability to check what was on me other side of the gasket-sealed door.

Back at Langley a piece of intel had been collected that was creating quite a stir. Mustafayassin's conversation withaziz had been picked up by the tiny surveillance unit that Anna Rielly had placed in the ventilation shaft. Kennedy immediately ordered Rapp and Adams into a holding pattern while they reviewed the tape.

The words ofmustafayassin were replayed When the segment was over.

General Campbell looked to Kennedy and said, "That's it. We're not going to make it. We have to move Hhour up." Kennedy agreed, and Campbell turned to the colonel on his right and said, "Reset H-hour for nineteen thirty and notify all commands."

Campbell then stood to join Kennedy, who was conferring with Flood and Stansfield. The commander OF JSOC listened to Kennedy explain the new time constraints. "We need to get Iron Man moving. We have less than an hour to collect and disseminate any information he can gather."